"What's that?1' the next man demanded. ** Those fools,*' Mr. Munn said sombrely. " Shooting that glass out'll hurt us. It'll hurt us bad.*' The sound of the singing came back down the street; ** — come trotten through the wilderness, trotten through the wilderness." "Yeah," the man rejoined, "but did you ever feed a dog you'd kept chained up and hungry and not hear him growl when he got his teeth in the meat?" Mr. Munn made no reply. " That's all it is; they don't mean no harm/' the man con- tinued. " They're just showing they got their teeth in." To the east the flames were lower now*, but still strong. There was no more sound of gunfire. The last sporadic shots, faint to the north and south, had ceased. The arc-lamp hummed. Down the street a small group of men came out of a doorway. With surprise Mr. Munn saw the three women with them. The men held the women by the arm, whether to assist them or to keep them from running away he could not tell. " It's Burrus," a man said. " He's taking the ladies back to the telephone office." The women had entered a building down the street, the building with the telephone office in it, Mr. Munn figured. That means it's about time, he thought, for us to be pulling out The men who had escorted the women disappeared into an alley. Mr. Munn looked at his watch. It would be about another five minutes, he decided. Burrus and his men came out of the alley, on horseback now, and moved toward the corner. Mr. Burrus lifted his hand in salute as he passed. "We're pulling out," he an- nounced. " Good-night," Mr. Munn said, Mr. Burrus and Ms men cantered off up the street. The sound of the hoofs died away, and they were lost to view. Mr, Munn turned in Ms saddle, The men regarded Mm* their faces with the wMte cloths shadowed by their hat-ferims.